Edward lay face down on the cot, automail arm extended. Winry sat on a stool across from him, bent over his arm with a screwdriver.
" – I think it'll really improve your performance! I've been just dying to try this out!" Her eyes twinkled as she eagerly loosened the screws holding the plating on. Ed watched her long blonde hair dance over her back with each move of her strong shoulders.
"Hey, Winry?" Something wasn't right.
"What, Ed?" She frowned at a stubborn bolt in his elbow joint, then moved to the other side of his arm for better leverage.
"Did you cut your hair?"
"Oh. Yeah."
"When'd you do that?"
"I don't know, a week or two ago? Honestly, I'm surprised you noticed." She stopped to extend the joint, testing the range of motion.
It was Ed's turn to frown. "Of course I noticed. I notice everything about you." Winry pursed her lips, almost smirking. "I mean, it's not like I could miss it. Your hair used to be all the way down to your…" His eyes locked on the smooth skin just above the waist of her tied-off coveralls where the end of her ponytail used to rest. His face reddened and he looked away. "Well, it used to be a lot longer," he finished.
Winry snorted. "It's not that much shorter. Can you still move your fingers?"
Edward wiggled his fingers. "It is too! It's gotta be at least six inches shorter."
"Maybe, but it still looks basically the same." She rubbed her nose with the back of her wrist.
"Well, then why'd you cut it?" Ed asked grumpily.
Winry sighed, exasperated, as she tweaked the wiring in his arm. "Oh, I don't know, Ed. Because I felt like it."
"Hmph. That's not a very good answer." Ed turned his head the other way.
She rolled her eyes. "I hadn't had it cut in a long time. It needed it."
Ed buried his face in the pillow. "It didn't need anything. It was fine how it was."
Winry set down her wrench. "Are… Are you mad at me?" Ed shook his head into the pillowcase. "What is it?"
"I just… I don't want to you change when I'm gone. Or ever, really." His tawny eyes peered up at her sheepishly.
"Oh, Ed," she exhaled. She leaned across his back to see his face. "It's still me. A haircut's not going to change that."
Then she smacked him on the back of the head with her wrench.
"You really are an idiot sometimes."
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